Jungkook doesn’t believe in fate—at least, not until he sees him.
It’s a late Thursday lecture, and Jungkook is half-asleep, head propped against his arm, when the door creaks open and someone walks in late. The professor barely glances up. But Jungkook feels it—feels him—before he even looks.
His head lifts slowly.
Kim Taehyung.
Tall, dangerous, with a slow, deliberate stride. The kind of beauty that belongs in oil paintings and nightmares. Their eyes meet.
And Jungkook’s breath catches.
Suddenly he’s falling—not physically, but through memories he shouldn’t have. A flash of moonlight on gold. Blood on silk. A name whispered like a vow and a curse:
"You are mine, in this life and the next."
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Taehyung takes the seat directly behind Jungkook, long legs spreading, gaze never leaving the back of his head.
Kim Taehyung
Jeon Jungkook
He says softly, though no one else hears. Jungkook turns
Jeon jungkook
Do I... know you?
Kim Taehyung
A smirk. “Not yet. But you did. Once.”
Jungkook feels like the floor is crumbling beneath him.
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